One girl, one boy, one room …

First of all, The Poop has not suddenly accepted sponsorship from Sleep Train. (Although we are openly courting both the Pabst Blue Ribbon and Red Vines people.) However, this is clearly “bed week,” and it’s our goal to illustrate all posts with nothing but photos of empty beds and cribs between now and Friday. Still trying to decide how to turn this into a contest …

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Green is a gender neutral color.

As promised in the comments of the Outnumbered! post, here’s our shaboo-suggested discussion on boys and girls sharing the same room. I didn’t really think about the phenomenon until last year, when I visited some friends who live in Rockridge, and I was surprised to see their young boy and girl sharing a room.

I’m not sure why I thought twice about it. For a short time during my early elementary school years, when my grandmother was living with us, my three-years-older sister and I shared a bunk bed. I imagine that this arrangement would have ended with a homicide when we were in our teens, but I don’t recall any horrifying episodes as young children. Considering how expensive real estate is in the Bay Area, I suspect a lot of middle class parents are forced into different-gender-child-bedroom-sharing as a more permanent solution, just as my two boys will probably have to share a room. (I’m suppressing a joke about Angelina Jolie and her brother, although I suspect Jon Voight had more than two bedrooms in his house.)

Are your opposite-gendered kids sharing a room? Will this be a long-term arrangement? Should the kids have a house of cards competition to determine whether to buy the Barbie or Transformer bedsheets? What are the pros and cons of this arrangement?